Chapter 14

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“What you having gents?” asked the bartender named Floyd.

“Whisky,” said Bart – err no, make that beer,” he concluded.

Floyd set two mugs of beer down in front of them. The beer had run over the top of the mugs and the glass was wet and slippery.

“Happy now?” asked Colt, who was pushed up against a foul smelling cowpoke, standing at the bar. He didn’t like a sodbuster near his ass.

“Hold on brother, you jump to conclusions before you even know what’s happening. You are such a dingy, we just got here.”

“Why, if it isn’t good ole friendly Bart!  Are you in town to see me?” asked Iris who managed her way through, to the bar.

“This is my brother Colt,” said Bart, ignoring her question.

“My, does your ma have any more like him at home? My name is Iris, and we met once before.”  She mumbled, like a trained actor.

“Yeah, I remember when I paid for Bart’s poker debt.”

“We can go sit at a table if you boys care to buy a lady a drink,” said Iris.

Colt motioned Floyd for a bottle of whisky and four glasses. They went to a vacant table by the steps leading to the upstairs. It was as private as you could get, in a place lie this.

Another girl who called herself Rose joined them. Colt knew this would happen, that is why he asked for four glasses along with the bottle.  He was young, but far from dumb, recognizing a slut when he saw one.

Rose took a shine to Colt immediately. She giggled, and shoved into him slobbering and pushing her cleavage into his arm. He thought, “I hope this whore doesn’t think I want to fuck her.”

Colt said nothing until she ran the back of her hand across his crotch impressed with the bump in his pants.

“Nah- nah, we ain’t goin there,” he said abruptly surprising Rose with his comment.

“What’s wrong with your brother?” she said to Bart. “Doesn’t he like girls?”

“He like’s em fine, but he’s engaged and getting married. He is in love and won’t horse around with anybody.”  Bart replied, telling the lie of the century.

“I could change his mind about that,” said Rose who tried to kiss him.

When Colt pulled back from Rose, she slapped his face calling him a name nobody recognized. She walked away, knocking over a glass of whisky.

“Sorry about that, Rose gets what she wants,” said Iris.

“Plum logical since Colt gets what he wants, and it’s not Rose,” admitted Bart.

“I see that,” replied Iris. “Why don’t you disappear for a while,” she said to Colt. “Bart and I want to discuss a little business.”

“I’m heading to the livery stable, catch you in a little bit,” he said to Bart and went outside. He didn’t go anywhere, but sat in one of the chairs lining the wooden sidewalk, in front of the saloon, just thinking.

A few minutes later, he looked thru the swinging doors. Bart and Iris were gone. He knew they were upstairs and Iris was getting his brother’s pecker.

It was a silly notion, of course, yet he didn’t like the idea of Iris screwing his brother. The painful realization for him was the ‘lack-luster’ of not having somebody of his own to love.  Abe, who he thought of as perfect, perhaps would never return. However, Colt didn’t whine about it.

At the livery stable, Earl showed Colt where they could bunk for the night. Then he walked up Frontier Street, looking for a place to eat when he saw Bart walking towards him.

“HI”

“Howdy, Yeow - what did it cost yuh?” asked Colt.

“$8.00 for five minutes, but I got that out of my system.  Brother Colt. I do not like fuckin whores. It wasn’t a ride; it was slop, with melting wet parts. The feeling was loose and stupid, but being in her hole got me off right away. I don’t like whores and won’t do that again,” confessed Bart.

“Just think - Zowie, $8.00 bucks to be number four in line is dumb, beyond dumb. That money could buy pa corn seeds. It’s your money, spend it as you will.” – “Okay, the preaching is over,” said Colt.

“I suppose.”

“You’ll see!”

“I suppose. - Yeah, no more preaching. I get it, I get it.”

“C’mon, let’s eat. I’ll buy you a big steak,” said Colt, happy to have Bart away from Iris. About now, your eight dollars is sweating between some big old tits. That’s not preaching just commenting, sorry for talking that way.”

“You love me, don’t you?”

“Always,” Colt replied! “Man, you’re my brother. Besides who wouldn’t love this,” he whispered, pinching his rounded butt and turkey stuffed crotch.

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After eating, they stopped at ‘Kat’s Saloon,’ filled with old timers, no women, no piano or gambling. It was a saloon for sitting, jabbering, and drinking.

The trip to town, for them, was graduation. They were men now, and discovered the good, the bad and dreadful people corroding the saloons. Their ma knew something that Bart had to learn the sloppy way.

They slept on their bedrolls cushioned by mounds of soft hay. In the morning, they met the first train from Omaha. They were lucky having the bull calf arrive on that train.

“Geeze, I wonder if pa knows the bull calf is a yearling, between one and two years old?” complained Bark, surprised by how young and small he was.

“You can bet your britches, of course, he knows. Did you ever know pa to buy something without first asking a million questions?”

“Nope, I never did.”

“There you go,” replied Colt.

It was barely four miles from the town’s corral back to the Denton farm. Colt, a softie lover of animals, admired Ralph, the young bull, instantly.  He spoke to Earl, the livery stable owner, and worked out a plan for Ralph.

“Okay genius, what’s the plan?” asked Bart.

Earl loaned Colt, a heavy built wagon and 2 horses to pull it. Probably one horse would have been sufficient, but Earl insisted on using two, making the pulling easier. With the wagon planked with boards. Ralph now had an easy walk, into the wagon.

“You set?” Bart yelled out to his brother, after securing Ralph to the wagon. “Let’s get movin?”

As they approached their farm, Chester was waiting. He was excited as a child receiving a bicycle at Christmastime. “Look at ‘em – just look how sturdy he is coming from good stock. When he’s full grown, some smoking hot heifers will be glad to see Ralph, with the balls on that bull.

Bart and Colt returned the wagon to Earl and switched horses around. Bart cared about getting their mounts back. Everything worked out well.

Pa has his yearling bull, Bart discovered saloon women were a sad investment, and Colt, got to hug a young bull, and that’s something.

“It is strange the way things turn out. At least I am not facing the unknown any longer,” Bart told his brother.

 “Are you talking about Iris? Yeah, that is it - you are talking about her!”

“She’s a mattress dong her job and stuffing bills between her tits ” It’s a foolish way to make myself miserable and paying $8.00 bucks in order to do it,” claimed Bart, making sense for the first time. It wasn’t hard to figure out, brother Bart, preferred dick.

“Let it go – we all have dreams. It just so happens, your Iris dream was a nightmare,” said Colt, happy the whore nonsense was over.

“Dang, you are always there for me. What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want to do,” Colt replied, “anything you want.…” 

To be continued…